“You are… you are friends of Alex Brown, Mr. Brown, right?!” The man took off his sunglasses to see Emma Rosy’s face and instantly warmed up.
It turned out that he had tried to work with Alex Brown before but was unsuccessful, but he had seen a lot of news about Alex Brown and Emma Rosy on TV and the Internet and knew that They had a good relationship.
The man said all the good words, only hoping that Emma Rosy can let the girl go, and is willing to pay double the compensation for the damage.
Emma Rosy is reluctant to do so. But the man knew Alex Brown, and if the news of Alex Brown’ serious illness came to light, it would be more than worth the loss.
Emma Rosy had no choice but to back down.
When she came out of the police station, Randall Harrah patted her on the shoulder: “I’ve sent someone to the garbage transfer station, if we’re quick, we might be able to find it.”
“Thanks.”
Emma Rosy could not hide her disappointment as she and Randall Harrah strolled down the road toward the hotel.
“You seem to care about what’s in your backpack, can you say something to me about it?” Randall Harrah suddenly asked.
The footsteps lurched, and then recovered as usual: “No, just some documents.”
“ID cards and passports can be replaced.” Randall Harrah looked suspicious, obviously not believing her excuse.
“… takes too long.”
Randall Harrah couldn’t help but laugh: “It doesn’t take much time, does it? Besides, there’s no point in staying here when the flight is suspended.”
The excuse was demolished, Emma Rosy suddenly lost the patience to hide it, took a deep breath and said frankly: “There, there is a necklace.”
It was a birthday gift from Alex Brown.
At the same time, Joe Wright and Eva Taylor arrived in B City.
Eva Taylor was distracted all the way until she got into the car, still staring out the window with a heavy face.
When the car left the road where the airport was, the road was no longer congested and Joe Wright looked over at her.
“Are you hungry?”
Eva Taylor was stunned and waved her hand in a panic: “No, let’s go find Emma, Grandpa is still waiting for news.”
That’s what she said, but what would happen when she found Emma Rosy, she didn’t dare to imagine.
It had only been a day, and even though Joe Wright had accepted her, she couldn’t be clearer about the reasons.
“Since I made my choice, I won’t change it easily.”
Seeing that Eva Taylor has no intention to communicate, Joe Wright gives a word of relief, or a promise, and continues to focus on driving.
Joe Wright had already investigated where Emma Rosy had landed, and the car had just pulled up outside the hotel when Emma Rosy and Randall Harrah returned.
Emma Rosy and Eva Taylor are chatting as usual, but their smiles are awkward.
Understanding Eva Taylor’s preoccupation, Emma Rosy took Randall Harrah’s car and asked Joe Wright to take care of her when they left to look for their backpacks.
When they reached a remote road, a black van suddenly appeared behind them like a ghost.
“Is this one of yours?” Emma Rosy noticed the difference in the rearview mirror and thought it was one of Randall Harrah’s men.
Randall Harrah glanced over and his face suddenly changed.
“Oh no!”
With a low curse, he stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the whole car rushed ahead like an arrow.
“Who are they?”
Randall Harrah frowned and stared at the road ahead, knowing he couldn’t hide it anymore: “Haters.”
When he finally got the car onto the main road, the van behind him crashed straight into him and, in a panic, Adams Harrah jerked the steering wheel, not knowing that there was a car coming from the side intersection!
The car spun out of control, Emma Rosy clutched the armrest, the blinding lights were shaking, and she couldn’t understand the situation, only to hear a series of loud bangs, hit her head on the window, and then lost consciousness after a short period of dizziness.
When she woke up, she was in the hospital with doctors, nurses and two police officers around her bed.
Seeing her about to get up, the doctor raised his hand to stop her: “You have suffered minor injuries and are also at risk of a mild concussion, so lie down first and stay in the hospital for a few days for observation.”
Adjusting the infusion rate, the doctor took the nurse away, and one of the police officers took out his notebook and seemed to start asking questions.
“May I ask, where is the man I was with in the car?” Emma Rosy spoke up first.
“Still in a coma.” After looking at each other, the police officer told them the truth.
Randall Harrah was in a coma, so the police came to her to investigate, did it prove that something had happened to the person in the van?
Without waiting for the questioning, the police had already taken the initiative to mention: “Three vehicles collided in the city center, besides Mr. Randall Harrah who was in the same vehicle, do you know the people in the other two vehicles?”
Emma Rosy subconsciously shook his head, suddenly thought of something, then pretended to look like a headache and asked: “I can not remember, who was in those two cars ah?”
The police officer did not suspect, and named the people in the car in turn.
The first three were unknown, but when she heard the last two, Emma Rosy sat up from her bed.
“Joe Wright, Eva Taylor, are you sure it’s them?
“You know each other?” Thinking that the questioning had yielded results, the police officer’s expression became more and more serious.
Emma Rosy finished cooperating with the investigation and rushed to visit the other three, despite medical advice.
Randall Harrah is in serious condition and is in intensive care. Eva Taylor has been picked up by the Taylor family and according to the doctors, her condition is not serious and she will recover in a few days.
She arrived outside Joe Wright’s hospital room and pushed the door open to see Master Wright sitting at the bedside.